If There Be A Regal Solitude, It

My Motto Is: Contented With Little, Yet Wishing For More.

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.

Friend Of My Bosom, Thou More Than A Brother, Why Wert Thou Not Born In My Father's Dwelling?

And When Once The Young Heart Of A Maiden Is Stolen, The Maiden Herself Will Steal After It Soon.

Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A Sport.